Just a new story that I had to get out of my head. It's mostly compliant to Bioshock Infinite but there will be some big changes. Please Review if you like it!

February 6th, 1894

Columbia was a different place in the early morning. Before the sun rose, Rosalind liked to look out the dimmed windows of her bedroom and Marvel at the serenity of it all. Perhaps she was proud of the city that she had raised into the sky.

There were a few people roaming the streets and Rosalind paid them no mind. Hopefully, it would not be too cold and maybe it would be a nice day out. The winters in Columbia were colder than any winter she had ever experienced but it was all a part of being so high in the air. She had spoken with Comstock about creating some sort of shield around the city but she wasn't even sure how that could work.

Despite the cold, she hoped Robert would be well enough to take a stroll through town.

She frowned slightly as she moved away from the window. Robert was not doing as well as she'd hoped he would. He was safe from the grasp of death, for now, but his spells were still occurring regularly. She was never sure what would cause one.

His most recent spell happened while he drank tea. A sudden headache before he grew dizzy. It wasn't as bad as the first few, but she longed for a day where she could sit with him without worrying about a spell.

Her clock chimed quietly and she sat down on her bed. It would be wise of her to get some rest before the day began. She had much to look over when the morning came but she found herself restless. It seemed as though she should have been doing something with all of her free time.

Robert had now been in Columbia for 8 months and while his dissonance worried her slightly, it was everything that she had thought it would be. Robert understood everything she said to him. He was neither intimidated nor angered by her brilliance and he was the only one who could match her wit at all.

He was playful, more so than she ever had been. She hadn't expected that but it was not a bad trait. His differences intrigued her to no end. The small differences in childhood tales made her curious and although he was still separating his memory from hers, she looked forward to long talks about it in the future.

It was good, she thought, that Robert was not her exact copy.

Rosalind went to her closet and wondered briefly of what it would have been like if she'd met another Rosalind instead of a Robert. If the woman on the other side of the atom had struggled to procure funding as Robert had. Would she have brought that woman to her world? Would she even feel the same connection? Perhaps this other version of her would be jealous, perhaps she would be proud. She still was not sure how every version of herself lived and perhaps they could study that more when Robert was better.

A loud knock brought her out of her thoughts. Who would visit at this hour?

Setting her chosen dress down on her bed, she went back to the window. There was no carriage visible through the fog but she could see a few people rushing about, perhaps trying to get to work before they were late. She stepped away from the window slowly made her way down the stairs. Whoever it was had better have a good reason for bothering her so early.

She put her hand on the doorknob but paused once she remembered that she was not dressed. Perhaps that would convince whoever it was to come back at a reasonable hour.

She opened the door leading to the lobby and frowned. The front door was wide open but there was no one in sight.

She frowned as she looked into the distance. Perhaps a few unruly kids playing a game. How annoying. Rosalind stepped forward to close the door. As she stepped forward, she noticed a baby in front of the desk.

Rosalind quickly closed the door before kneeling down in front of the child. The girl clutched her blanket tightly and sniffled. "What..." she recognized the baby immediately. The child they had purchased almost a year ago.

Rosalind hadn't bothered to check on the child at all after they brought her over. Robert's sudden hemorrhaging had been more important. Comstock had introduced her to the town before he had even told his wife of her existence and after that, no one had seen her.

But this was the same child, Rosalind was sure of it. She had grown a few inches and her hair was slightly longer but that was it. This was the same child.

"Mmmm." Elizabeth poked her lip out and Rosalind sighed. How long would Elizabeth have sat quietly if she hadn't been awake to hear the knocking? They'd left the lobby door open, the child could have crawled right out and off the edge of the city.

Elizabeth held out her arms and made grabbing motions with her hands. Rosalind picked her up quickly, "No crying, do you understand?" she didn't want to wake Robert, not yet.

How was she supposed to go about this? She needed to get the child back to Comstock and she did not want to wait until he figured out that she was gone. She also didn't want to be seen out in town with the child. People would ask questions and she was terrible at lying on spot.

Had Lady Comstock dumped the child here herself? Or had she gotten a servant to do the deed for her? It was a long journey from Comstock house to Emporia, and for what? Rosalind would just bring the child back. Maybe if she left now she might be able to do it before too many people set out for work.

Elizabeth was freezing and Rosalind could tell by her breathing that she was ready to cry. Why had she been left out so carelessly? If Lady Comstock left her there, why had she not given the child so much as a dress to wear? Was she that hateful of the child?

She could see Elizabeth's eyes watering and the quiet whimpers grew longer and louder. "Please, don't do that." she whispered. She was unsure of how she should comfort the child.

"Who was it?" she jumped and turned to see Robert coming down the stairs. He blinked as he saw the baby in her arms. "Is that..." he didn't finish.

"She was in the lobby." Rosalind explained, "Someone rang the door and left her there." Robert looked beside her before stepping out into the lobby again. She was sure that whoever left her was long gone and with the fog, she wouldn't know if anyone was still there anyway.

She heard him lock the door before coming back and looking at her anxiously, "How long before he notices her absence?" he asked.

"Who knows," Rosalind responded. She walked over to the sofa and set the girl down. She looked unhappy but she didn't cry. "I think I should take her back." She would not wait for him to come to her, they could end up watching the child for days.

"You can't take her back like that," Robert said.

"Why not? She arrived this way." Rosalind said.

"Rosalind she'll freeze out there. She's cold enough as it is." Robert rubbed his temples and walked over to Elizabeth, "Is this the only thing she had?" he asked

"Yes." Rosalind watched Elizabeth as she shivered on the couch. The blanket was not big enough to cover her entire body. Elizabeth noticed them watching and raised her arms again. "I'm not going to pick you up." she sighed. But then she started whining again and then those whines turned into full-blown wailing. Robert picked her up but her wailing didn't stop.

"Rosalind." he looked to her

"What?"

"Do something?" he said desperately. Rosalind looked at the wailing baby and shoo her head.

"Like what?" she asked.

"I don't know, make her stop," Robert said. He attempted to rock the baby and Rosalind sighed.

"You're shaking her too much," she said. She took Elizabeth from him and gently rocked her. Elizabeth's wailing quieted down and Rosalind kept it up until she stopped, "If we can't take her back, then I'll go see him myself."

"Alright." Robert agreed.

She attempted to hand the child back to Robert but she resumed her wailing as soon as he touched her. Robert withdrew his hands quickly, "She doesn't like me." he said.

"She doesn't like either of us." she sighed. She would have to get Elizabeth to calm down before she left. Robert was still sensitive and Elizabeth's wailing would give him a headache. "Once I get her to sleep, I'm going to go straight there." And she would make both Comstock and his wife take the child back.